Being a good Dad and a total pushover, I agreed to deliver
the Belle costume to One at Stevenson Elementary at the appropriate time. Having signed in at the front office, I was
walking toward the classroom costume in hand when two little girls of
approximately pretend-Belle age came around the corner and stopped dead in
their tracks at the sight of the costume of their dreams.
Seeing the longing on their little faces, I quickly ran
through my options:
·
Instantly produce two more Belle costumes;
·
Work out a sharing arrangement that allowed each
of them to Trick or Treat in their own neighborhoods, with me running back and
forth with the costume;
·
Skulk off toward my daughter’s classroom;
·
Die.
I may have told you the story to this point before. What I
haven’t told you is that at odd moments, such as when Two is about to leave for
another several months at school on the other side of the continent, I find
myself wondering about those two little girls. My little girl got to be Belle
that day and now she works at the magical place they all dreamed of back when.
How did things turn out for those would be Belles from
Stevenson? I hope well. I hope they still pretend and that one day they’ll be
able to provide the perfect costume for their own little girls.
Every little girl deserves to be Belle just once in her
life.
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